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overlooked?
As if reading her mind, Blair commented, "They dont know about it."
"How?"
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Blair grinned, an altogether spontaneous and disarming grin. Or it might have been if Cam hadnt been so
angry. "They think Im at my therapists office around the corner most of the time."
"Back door?"
"Uh huh."
Cam didnt ask her why. There was no need to. She knew why. Pointing out the danger would be
meaningless. Blair obviously cared less for her safety than for her freedom, and that was probably the
result of having people like herself constantly shadowing her for the last fifteen years of her life. What
mattered to Cam now was that something similar not happen again.
"Here we are," Blair announced, pulling back the curtain to a small cramped dressing room not much
bigger than a walk-in closet. A shower stall and toilet were visible behind a rickety screen in the back.
Blair tossed her bag down and in one fluid motion pulled off her shirt. She caught Cam off guard and
laughed knowingly as Cams eyes flickered once to her breasts before she quickly looked away.
"You can grab sweats and a tee shirt from my bag. Theres plenty," Blair informed her as she continued
to strip. She watched Cam unabashedly as she changed. She knew Cam was aware of her scrutiny,
although she gave no sign of it. Cam had the kind of body Blair expected - lean and hard-muscled, a
tightly coiled machine. She imagined making those muscles quiver with desire, watching Cam's rigid
control break with need. The power of the image stirred a flush of arousal so keen it made her gasp. If
Cam heard, she gave no sign of it. She reached for a pair of sweats without hurrying.
Blair looked at the ten inch scar that ran down the outside of Cams right thigh. It was still fresh enough
that it hadnt lost the redness. As Cam pulled the pants up, Blair asked, "Is your leg okay?"
"Yes, it is."
Cam pulled on a tee shirt that said 'Ernies Gym'. She faced Blair, who stood appraising her. The
Presidents daughter wore a sleeveless tee, torn off a couple of inches below her high firm breasts, and
baggy sweats. Sleek well-toned muscles defined her arms and legs. Her exposed midriff was taut, and
she sported a small gold ring in her navel. Untamed blond strands escaped from the black headband,
wilding around her face. Her blue eyes glinted with brazen sensuality. She was a beautiful animal.
"I take it this is Ernies?" Cam remarked dryly, refusing to be distracted by Blairs open seduction. The
time when the promise of a body like that might have interested her was past. The price of possession
was too high.
"This is Ernies," Blair rejoined, pushing the curtain aside. She wasnt perturbed by Cams rebuff. She
would have been disappointed had it been easy. What bothered her was the undeniable throbbing in her
own body. Desire was a weakness, one she exploited in others, but avoided personally. There were too
many ways in which other people controlled her. She would not allow another.
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Cams head snapped back as a kick landed along her jaw.
"Are you sure you dont want a helmet," Blair called, a hint of laughter in her voice. She moved lightly on
the canvas, her gloved hands at chest level. Cam faced her, wearing no gloves or other protective gear.
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"No thanks," Cam responded, gauging the reach of Blairs legs with respect. When the next kick came
she stepped off the line of the trajectory and deflected it with a forearm. She expected a follow-up
punch, and she blocked that as well. She stepped back once again to a middle range, trying to get a feel
for Blairs tactics. Blair moved lightly on the canvass, agile and supple. Blair was a kickboxer, and used
her feet as weapons in the ring. Cam was trained for the street. Blair attacked relentlessly, mixing kicks,
double kicks and strikes with considerable skill. Some scored, although none would have done damage
had they been full force.
Cam deflected, blocked and redirected her opponents efforts. She was trained to immobilize and
neutralize, and those techniques were not designed for sparring. She knew she couldnt defend this way
for long - there was a good chance Blair would make serious contact with one of her kicks. As a
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